Korn wasn't that drunk, well that's what he originally thought... until Wai had attached their lips together.
It was a little after 5 am and the two men agreed to finally wrap up their hangout. Throughout the night, Korn listened to Wai babble on about their friend group (mostly about Pran) and the stupid shit they would get themselves into. Occasionally Korn would make mental notes to tell Pat about all the embarrassing things he had found out about Pran, though he was positive Pat must've heard those stories already.
The two even reminisced about their university feud, bringing up the times they had physically fought, leaving each other with black eyes and a busted lip, leaving themselves with bruised knuckles with minimal scratches.
"Good times." Korn laughed. It sounded more like a giggle. " Your punches really fucking hurt."
"Yours hurt worse, where did you learn all that from? So violent." Wai frowned. After clashing with Korn he'd need at least a good week to heal from his injuries.
Soon the bottle was finished.
"Why is your hair always up?" Wai asked after a moment of silence.
"Huh?"
"Your hair... it's pulled back into a bun. Or a tiny ponytail. I don't know, I've never seen it out."
Instinctively, Korn's hand flew to the back of his head, touching the scrunchie that held his hair up. His hair was usually long, well long for his standards at least. It always got in his face and covered his eyes but he had gotten too attached to cut it off. He'd only shave the bottom portion of his hair, an 'undercut' the barber had called it, and left the top part alone.
"Would you like to see it out?"
Wai felt his breath hitch. Why did Korn say it like that? His voice was silky, almost sensual. Too enamored to say a simple word, the former nodded his head slowly. With a small pull, Korn's hair fell into place. Thin strands framed his soft cheeks that reddened from booze, they stopped past his chin making him look...
"Beautiful."
Korn felt himself blush. No one has ever used that word to describe him before.
"You look really good like that." Wai couldn't help himself from saying. He felt icky complimenting his former enemy with such admiration but the words were tumbling out of his mouth. "You should let your hair down more often."
Wai leaned closer and stared at Korn, noticing small details he's never realized before. His eyelashes were so long. Wai's eyes trailed south. His nose structure was really freaking cute, and his lips-
"Are you staring at me because you want to fight or something?" Korn's grin was unsure, his voice wavering from how close the other had gotten.
"I want to-"
I want to kiss you damnit!
Wai's body moved before his brain could even catch up with him, hands gripped the back of Korn's head pulling him in for a kiss that was long overdue. He drunkenly moved his lips against the other, head spinning from the alcohol. Korn was shocked, was... Was Wai really kissing him? His mind wasn't just embedding fucked up things right?
He could feel Wai's teeth drag softly against his bottom lip and bite down. Wai emitted a small groan as he did so, he placed a hand on Korn's thigh and squeezed slightly. He was kissing Korn slowly as if experimenting, He looked caught in a trance.
Okay, so Wai was really-
No, no. It was wrong, so fucking wrong. Wai was his friend, they barely even liked each other.
